章 820: Visiting the Farmers

The yard was somewhat dilapidated, with some cabbages and radishes planted on both sides, their leaves turning yellowish and not looking very healthy.

At the entrance, an old man and woman each sat on one side, holding walking sticks, their faces covered with wrinkles, and their shaky postures indicating their difficulty in moving.

At their feet, a little boy with clothes full of patches, his face and hands covered in dirt, was playing with mud. At the age of three or four, he was oblivious to the hardships of life, his eyes innocent and pure.

Wang Yuanping noticed the boy's shoes were torn, and his clothes were just layers of thin fabric. In December's weather, when everyone else wore cotton-padded clothes, the boy's thin attire looked particularly cold.